constraints and dependencies - by jaron - the way home

I started working a regular 9 to 5 again a few days ago. A typical day goes like this: I hit snooze enough times to warrant having never even set the alarms in the first place, then I lurch out of bed as if I was in some ultra-corny high school coming of age film. I swagger my way to the window, toss it open, and as the breeze hits I feel the main character energy wash over me as I think I'm embarking on the next most important quest of my life. I look at myself the mirror — staring deep, so deep, man I'm brushing my teeth and I'm looking into my eyes and I'm having a Christian Bale moment thinking

I started working a regular 9 to 5 again a few days ago. A typical day goes like this: I hit snooze enough times to warrant having never even set the alarms in the first place, then I lurch out of bed as if I was in some ultra-corny high school coming of age film. I swagger my way to the window, toss it open, and as the breeze hits I feel the main character energy wash over me as I think I'm embarking on the next most important quest of my life. I look at myself the mirror — staring deep, so deep, man I'm brushing my teeth and I'm looking into my eyes and I'm having a Christian Bale moment thi